"I do not know that my son is guilty," he said in a tone that made the deemster pause.
The deemster knew these notions when he met with them in the English newspapers.
The deemster repeated his question, and still there was no reply.
It was not the deemster only who feared he might lay hands on his own flesh and blood.
The deemster who slapped the conventions in the face would suffer for it.
That day the deemster altered his will a second time, and his elder son was disinherited.
The witnesses were fewer than at the deemster's inquest, and they had nothing to say that directly criminated the fishermen.
He was walking to Kirk Michael to visit the old deemster, who was ill.
The one remaining joy of the deemster's lonely life was centred in his brother's son, Dan.
Remember where you stand, or, deemster though you are, you shall repent it.'